And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us, oh so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me, my love

Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies
And right now they're building a coffin your size
Mama, we're all full of lies

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son
If you could coddle the infection they can amputate at once
You should've been, I could have been a better son

And when we go, don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us, oh so famous
We'll never let you go

She said, "You ain't no son of mine
For what you've done they're gonna find
A place for you, and just you mind
Your manners when you go
And when you go, don't return to me, my love"
That's right

Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell

2 - 3 - 4
Mama, mama, mama, oh
Mama, mama, mama, mama!

And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song
But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all along

We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you crawl

We all carry on
(We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone
(When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you crawl